PC: BEAU

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W0 - FRIDAY

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[anyway he eventually stops runnin because, tired. Poking his head from around a corner.]

But really, please do stop trying to hit me, I'm not sure I can die twice in one day. Let's not test it.

[disreguarded]

[ her mouth twists at that a bit, but. she stops chasing him, folding her arms across her chest. ]

Is that really all you remember? Just - dying? And that's it?

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. . . I need a drink if we're going to have this conversation.

[Hm. Just retreating into the common room at this point, waving a hand at her to follow.]

[disreguarded]

That's fair. [ she sighs, rubbing at her face, and follows. ]

I can make you something really strong. Or - actually, never mind, you probably know shit that's stronger than whatever I can make.

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So far, I've just been mixing things together and seeing what happens.

[To be honest, he's just grabbing something off the shelf and taking a straight shot of it. Then offering it over to Beau.]

To answer your question, no. I don't remember anything beyond that.

W0 - MONDAY

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[hey beau where are you at because molly is on a beau seeking mission

bitch lets GO]

Get up! Get up get up. I've got something for you. Or, I'm willing to share something with you. So basically the same thing. Get up!

[disreguarded]

[ she is NAPPING, which is why when molly comes colliding into her space she groans loudly and bats at him. ]

Fuck off, Molly -- [ wait, thing? thing!! she opens her eyes to squint at him. ] -- wait, what do you mean you have something?

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[I guess napping is an indulgence. Holding up a little red box and shaking it!!!! This doesn't explain anything.]

Not here though. There's better atmosphere.

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[ you'd think she was sloth with how much time she's spent drooling on this couch. ]

Okay? You need better atmosphere to show me a little red box? [ ... ] Dude, you remember the talk about how hitting on me is bad, right.

[ this is mostly a joke, as she pulls herself to her feet. ]

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[Wow! Wow.]

You're making me want to share less and less by the second!

[He'll just wait before turning to start moving off down the hall.]

W0 - FRIDAY

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[I'm assuming this takes place after mini-investigations, maybe because everyone ripsnorted out of the Planetarium at mach fuck because of how freaky it was in there, but--]

I knew it was a bad sign.

[disreguarded]

[ HAHA HATE THOSE STARS GOODBYE ]

Yeah - yeah, no kidding. What the fuck happened, like. [ she just goes ahead and punches a wall. any will do. ] Fuck!

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[Yeah! No kidding! Wall punch is about the emotion he's feeling too!]

Fuck.

[He stops and pinches the bridge of his nose for a second, breathing in.]

There's-- blood. On the elevator. But more if it keeps appearing if you touch it.

[disreguarded]

There's - blood? Like actual blood, or...

What the fuck kind of thing causes that?

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Actual blood. Or a very good illusion-- Lenore, the red-head, tasted it. I won't ask how she knew, but she seemed confident.

[he didn't follow up on it because. Seemed like enough.]

Only we could see it - the stars, too - so on top of everything, I suppose I'm having visions now.

W0 - GAY BABY JAIL

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[So whatever Avatar has led Molly here is just getting instantly abandoned because as soon as Molly sees the - fucking jail cell? He's bolting towards it, ending up on his goddamn knees again. There's still blood on his face and dripping down to his chest, because he doesn't give a shit, he's just--]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Beau, I'm so fucking sorry--

[disreguarded]

[ she's - disoriented, mostly. how the fuck did she get here? she looks confused, and then distressed when he comes racing across the room, and immediately she's up against the bars, reaching for him. ]

Stop - stop, it wasn't your fucking fault. [ she says, sharply, voice breaking in the middle. ]

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It was my fucking fault, Beau, I just thought--

[Well he just suspected her instantly, didn't he? Just threw her under the bus before anyone had even tried to turn their gaze to her. Just reaching through the bars too, to not so much hug as cling. Metal bars be damned.]

I know you didn't do it.

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No, I know. It - it really looked like it was me. Whoever did it had my fucking number.

[ ah. those are tears, spilling down her cheeks. don't pay any mind. she clings to him through the bars in return, with a little sniff. ]

I hate that you tried to take it from me.

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[It's alright. If no one points out that anyone else is crying, then it's not happening. He can't see her face anyway.]

It's my fault you were in the first place. So I should have been the one to take it.

W7 - SATURDAY

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[ayo

well if beau eventually wakes back up again from her impromptu nap she'll find herself in a room, alone probably for a while. molly isn't back until late, having to do the rounds and make sure all the other maladjusted lesbians he's somehow collected are tucked in for the night

dumped onto a bed and covered with a familiar coat and - a weirdly familiar soft stripy friend, curled up next to her on a pillow somewhere. There's a glass of water on the bedside table, along with ... looks at notes. A playstation vita. The first volume of the Sailor Moon manga, pages a little ruffled from things pressed between them. A written recipe for something called Agony of the Osseum Serum with an instruction in the middle that says if he asks you to read this for him, don't do it. A gold watch. A bottle of tequila, still sealed.

Leaning against the wall is ... half of a golf club?]

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[oh, frumpkin aaah. she's still extremely exhausted, but she immediately reaches for frumpkin and holds him. maybe she cries a little into his fur? it's fine, nobody has to know, caleb's not here.

she's zoned out staring at the wall whenever molly gets back, curled up on the bed with her hair down, blankets pulled up over her.]

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[that's like totally fine. frumpkin is perfect for crying into? anyway sorry we've all imprinted on your cat now caleb, this is now all of the nein's comfort cat.

molly actually peeks in, checking if she's awake first and seems a little surprised when she is!]

Oh-- Beau? You're up?

[disreguarded]

Barely. [she mutters, pulling frumpkin closer. she shivers.]

What the fuck... happened? I wasn't expecting to wake up - ever again, actually, and yet.

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We don't leave each other behind. That's the deal.

[He'll just come over and sit on the bed next to her, digging in the pockets of his coat laid out there and producing the blue ribbon for her - holding it out.]

Don't really know where to begin? A lot happened? Ah-- Let me think. We ... taught the creature that was eating souls to not do that by writing words into a machine? And then it barfed you back up.